"I'm at home,"
"Alright, Mr. Lu. The delivery will arrive in about an hour."
After Lu Yuan hung up the phone, he went home in a cheerful mood.
However, looking at the cold streets on the road, Lu Yuan thought of the news he had seen before and his mood became heavy again.
...
When he got home, Lu Yuan knocked on Li Qinghe's door.
Soon, Li Qinghe opened the door and walked out.
She was wearing a loose white nightdress, no makeup on her delicate face, and her black hair fell over her shoulders. She looked quite pretty.
"Little brother Yuan, you're back? Why are you in such a hurry to find me?"
Li Qinghe said with a smile.
Lu Yuan chuckled. "I do have something to discuss with you. There have been quite a few gas explosions in our area over the past two days. Sister Qinghe, do you know about this?"
Li Qinghe paused and nodded. What's wrong?"